God is a Slut Ch. 08

"Mmmm," Lucy hummed, her forked tongue flicking across her black, juicy, lips, "and you are delicious."

"We're compatible, aren't we?" I asked, looking into those golden eyes, "I don't know about you, but when we're together, it feels... right."

"You make it sound like we're bachelorettes in our forties looking to settle. But yes, we are very compatible in bed."

"I'm going to give you a hypothetical question," I said, losing myself in those golden irises, "and I know you'll answer it truthfully."

"I hate hypotheticals, but go ahead."

"Let's say I fall for you, and we live out this cycle. Billions of years pass, the universe ends, and God brings us back for the next cycle, and the next, and the next on forever. How long do you think love can really last?"

"Forever," Lucy said, almost instantly, "real love lasts forever."

"How do you know?" I asked, "How could you possibly-"

We were transported in a puff of black smoke, and appeared in a very old looking part of hell. The street was bustling with familiar night life, but the architecture, languages and people all looked so foreign to me. I was naked, and caught the eyes of every person who could see me, but I was not at all anxious or ashamed; those days had passed.

"Where are we?" I asked Lucy.

"This is hell from... two billion cycles ago," Lucy said, her irises topping the whites of her eyes as she thought of it, "before God ends a universe, she just shoves all the afterlives we've created into storage, and then adds them to the new universe. We're here because I want you to see the couples. Look at those two: Ranok and Frendia; been together for two billion cycles. Or those two: Yavara and Elena; ten billion cycles. I could go on and on. Sure, they break up, they see other people, sometimes they shoot each other in the street, but they always come back together, because they aren't whole without one another. It's sad in a way that these souls have become so dependent on each other that they can't exist apart, but I suppose it's beautiful too."

"Why would you ever want that for yourself?" I asked Lucy, "A woman like you; so strong, so independent, so-"

"...so weak, and empty and lonely." Lucy smiled sadly, "I don't want to throw myself a pity-party, Rachel, but it's true. God and I love each other, we've done everything with and to each other, but we're not lovers, we're sisters. God has a maternal disposition that makes her immune to the want for real love, but I don't have that in me; I have the human condition. I've suppressed it for eternity, but it always comes up. A drunken rage that ends the universe, a hostile takeover of earth, killing or tempting God's favorite children; I could go on. And why do I sometimes have a genocidal tantrum? Because I don't have anyone to share my joy, hate, pain or love with, not in the way that these people do."

I stared at Lucy for a long time. There weren't tears in her eyes, but I could see the pain behind them. I wanted to take that pain away and make it my own, or at least share it with her and lighten the load. I reached out to her, and brought her head against my breast. She stiffened for a moment, then relaxed. I kissed the top of her head and rested my lips there while she held me, and I held her. In the street, souls that had lived together for trillions and trillions of years held hands in a companionship I was beginning to understand.

"Rachel," Lucy whispered, "you are rock hard right now."

"Shhhh," I whispered back, "don't ruin the moment."

"I think you're ready for more." Lucy giggled, her forked-tongue flicking my ear lobe, "Halftime's over, Sweetie."

PART THREE: YOU GOTTA LOSE TO WIN

RACHEL

When the black smoke cleared from my vision, I wasn't where I expected to be. The red passionate glow of Lucy's bedroom was gone, and had been replaced with a phosphorescent pink that lit the length of a massive hall. Vulgar statues of women in various states of lust lined the red carpet of this hall, which seemed to stretch forever before converging to a throne with two sets of chairs. My elegant white dress was back on my body, now clean and without a tear or tatter. My wrists were bound with golden cuffs, reminiscent of the jewelry I'd seen Arab princesses wearing in old movies. A similar garment was clasped about my neck, and though it was rigid and cold, it was not uncomfortable. Adorning my head was a golden tiara, bejeweled with rubies and engraved with the golden voluptuous figures of demonesses.

"It's all a bit opulent," Lucy's voice yelled from the throne she sat upon, "but it fits my taste."

"I like it," I said, looking at a statue of a woman being double-penetrated, "it's very... you."

"You can add you own touch to the place," Lucy yelled, "if you were so inclined to. Come have a seat, see how you like it."

"I know you're the queen of hell," I smiled, turning to the demonic monarch, "but I didn't think you'd have an actual palace."

Lucy was in a black gown that was unusually conservative for her. Her cleavage still showed in all its red glory, but beneath that, everything was concealed in a satin sheath. Her dress trailed behind her and draped loosely on the plush carpeting, and I pondered for a moment if she was showing me her wedding gown. Her wavy black hair was now bouncing with curls, an obsidian crown atop it; and her ears were adorned with hanging, diamond-encrusted rubies.

"Why wouldn't I?" Lucy laughed, her features becoming clearer as I approached her, "Excess and greed are all things I hold very dear; things you certainly enjoy as well."

"And I suppose that throne you're sitting on only had one seat just a minute ago." I smirked, "I think mine should be higher than yours."

"Careful, bitch." Lucy laughed, "You're standing on a trap door right now, and I don't think you'd like where it goes."

"If you truly loved me, you'd give me everything I want," I said, now strutting in a hip-jutting gate to Lucy, "even your title as queen."

"Power, power, power," Lucy smiled, her white teeth flashing brilliantly in the pink light, "so easy to want, so hard to gain, and oh-so-hard to share."

"Sharing is fucking boring." I laughed, climbing the steps to the throne, "I want everything for myself."

"So do I, Honey," Lucy said as she stood, our eyes now staring levelly, "and I want you, all to myself."

"I told you, I'm not monogamous." I whispered through a smile, my hands leaving my sides and bringing Lucy to me by the hips, "I'm going to cheat on you every fucking day."

"I'm willing to share," Lucy smiled, her lips brushing against mine, "but you have to be too."

"You know that goes against my nature." I grinned at her, "You know any love we have will be an endless competition."

"It makes for great sex." Lucy whispered, her big golden eyes staring longingly into mine, "But Rachel; you'll always lose."

"And why's that?" I whispered back, my hands traveling from her waist and gripping the juicy cheeks behind them.

"Because I'm better than you." Lucy said with a breathy gasp, and the game was back on.

Lucy spun us around until my back was to the throne. Before the realization struck me, her ankle slipped behind my knee, and she pushed forward. I fell back into the chair, and the claps around my wrists and neck fused to it, forcing me in an upright sitting position.

"This is cheating." I laughed, and pushed my heel against Lucy's breasts before she could pounce on me, "That's not conducive to a healthy relationship."

"Oh, Sweetie," Lucy chuckled and pushed my foot away, "if we ever have a relationship, it will be far from healthy. The safe word is 'banana;' don't be a pussy and say it... right away."

Lucy placed her hands against my knees and guided them to spread. I didn't stop her. My eyes were fixed on the massive bulge that protruded from the satin cloth between her legs. It didn't move quite right, it shifted in two directions, almost as if...

"I believe you said, 'two might be nice,'" Lucy smirked, her golden eyes filling my vision, her breasts falling from her bodice as she leaned forward, "I know how to catch a hint, Rachel. Looks like I'm the man of the house now."

"You gonna take care of me, Baby?" I asked, biting my lower lip in anticipation and shifting my gaze to the tent I was pitching in my own dress.

"Oooo," Lucy cooed as her hands slid my dress passed my thighs, exposing all my parts to her, "does somebody have needs to be fulfilled? You look so tense down here, Rachel; let me loosen you up."

I watched as Lucy pushed her dress off. It slipped from her bust and fell along her vulgar curves in a flutter, but stopped just short of her pelvis. The dress draped atop the rigid throbbing things between her legs, and my mouth watered at the size of them. She looked at me from the tops of her eyes, a naughty smile strewn across her black mouth. She slowly, delicately, removed the cloth that hung from her, and revealed the prize she had waiting for me. Two thick red bulging cocks stood on top of one another between her legs, her balls hanging pristinely between them, the wet lips of her pussy were barely visible behind it all. She bent forward, nearing my face as her hands traced up my thighs, tickled the lines of my pelvis, then clasped gently about my cock. A gasp slipped from my lips, and a coy smile formed across hers. She stroked me with slow gradual movements, greasing her lustful grip with my precum. All the while, her hips moved ever closer, nearing my two holes, ratcheting up the anticipation that was beating in my chest.

"Remember, Rachel," Lucy smiled, "the safe word is 'banana.'"

She penetrated me. Two cocks, pushing into my tight slit and aperture. I cried out and pressed my head hard against the wood of the chair. She entered me slowly, moaning as I embraced her from the inside. The cock in my pussy slid in and stretched my tightness perfectly, while the one in my ass forced me open with a painful push, reaming my rim to a thin pink circle. Her brow furrowed, her eyes focusing in concentration as I squeezed both of her members with my erogenous muscles. Deeper and deeper she went, her two cocks pressing together against the membrane that separated them, pushing through my resistances, touching every nerve inside me. Our pelvises met, and our voices rang out in a duet of carnality.

"Oh fuck, Rachel," Lucy breathed, "you are so fucking tight."

"Am I too much for you?" I laughed through my gasps, "The safe word is bana-"

Lucy sent my taunts into a screech with a vicious thrust of her hips. She tore through my insides with wanton abandon, forcing deep rushes of aching pleasure to burst into my nethers. Her grip on my cock tightened, and she jerked me with a possessiveness I'd never felt before. Her moans filled my ears, a melody to the fervent beat of her rhythm. My thighs spread wider and wider for her, my mouth hung open to yield scream after scream. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I screeched, my dress darkening with the strain of my lust, my tan complexion gleaming beneath it. Lucy's red breasts jiggled teasingly in my face, but I was too warped in my own pleasure to feed upon them. My own bust rippled beneath my bodice, and Lucy greedily tore my dress down the middle with a rip of her hand. My chest was freed, my tits flailing in violent bounces as my body was lurched back and forth to the whim of Satan's brutal drives.

God, it was good. My pride began to wane in the face of the growing pleasure. The temptation to give in, to falter and say, 'you win, now fuck my brains out,' was ever present. But she was doing just that; fucking my brains out. My mind became a cluttered mess of screeching pleasure interrupting transient thought. Every drive of her hips, every stroke of her hand, every breath she blew heavily on my neck, her smell, her body, her warmth on top of me... inside me... forcing me open... beating me into submission... her power... her...power... Oh, how I knew the power of surrender. I'd done it before... she'd taught it to me in the fourth trial, when I thought all hope was lost.

My legs spread wider around Lucy's driving hips. Pathetic tones permeated from my gaping lips, my eyes widened in my sockets, their irises baring an expression of complete surrender. My abdomen no longer flexed to grip her, but loosened and let her plunge into me without resistance, without trying to make her come before I did. I was immediately taken hold of by her lust. It overpowered me, drove into me, sank its fangs into the jugular of my soul.

"Did you just give up on me?" Lucy panted, her mouth grinning.

"Don't stop!" I screamed.

"You're a shameless little whore, you know that?" Lucy sneered, her freed hand gripping my chin.

"Yes!" I screeched, my hands tensing in ridges of tendons as the orgasm began to build.

"You were so defiant," Lucy laughed, reveling in her supposed victory, "so fucking proud. Now look at you. What are you, Rachel?"

"Oh fuck!" I squealed as I felt my pelvic floor jutting from me with each pull of her hips, "GAAAAH, I'm just your little slut!"

The words flowed naturally from my mouth, because they were speaking the truth of my soul. In that moment, I was her little slut. She could beat me, berate me, torture me, and I'd love it all. But beneath the pathetic layer of my surrendered self, lurked the woman waiting to the spring the trap. I just needed Lucy to give me a chance. Just. One. Chance.

LUCIFER

Rachel had melted in the heat of my sexuality. Her body bent and twisted in her restraints to the whim of my movements. Her mouth screamed her surrender into my ears, the tone of her voice bearing not a hint of falsehood. Were this her final test, she would have just failed, but this was not just a test. I'd beat her down a little more, give her the best sex of her life, demean and berate her, and then I'd put the pieces back together and finally have a woman who loved me as much as I loved her. At least, that's what I hoped would happen. For now, all I really wanted to do was take control of the bitch. There's nothing quite like rubbing your opponent's face in the dirt in terms of cathartic satisfaction, and in this case, sexual gratification.

I set Rachel free from her binds, and her surrendered body acted as submissively as I hoped it would. Her hands gripped the bottoms of her tan jiggling thighs, and she spread herself wider for me. Her head dropped, her chin resting on her chest, and her back sliding down the chair until her eyes stared vacantly at what I was doing to her, the visuals of her ruination almost as vivid as the sensations. Her pussy was a wet mess of battered petals, her taint was ruby with abuse, and her asshole was swollen around my driving cock, the rim sucking on me. I smashed relentlessly into her, and she simply reacted to me with whorish enthusiasm. Her back twisted and wrenched with each drive, but didn't anchor and pivot to defy me. Her face bore an expression of lustful awe; her mouth hanging open and crying out pathetically, her eyes staring at me with devout compliance. I could do whatever I wanted to her in this state. So, I did.

I gripped Rachel's face until her cheeks pushed forward and her lips squished open. I spit in her mouth, and she submissively accepted it, her eyes thanking me for my degradation.

"Jerk yourself off." I ordered, and she did. Her hands moved from her thighs and jerked with a fervency.

"Am I doing it how you like?" She asked, her eyes full of hope, full of the desire to please me. I slapped her hard across the face, and she yelped in excitement and pain.

"You don't speak!" I growled, and she recoiled, her face a mosaic of fear and unbelievable pleasure. I sent a backhand across her other cheek, and her head whipped to the side. A whimper brushed passed her lips, and she returned her gaze to me, her eyes begging for more. So, I gave her another, and then another, and then another. Every strike was met with a yelp that contained more and more arousal until it was a moaning cry. Tears welled in her eyes, and what little makeup she wore smeared across her elegant face, whose cheeks were now flushed with red handprints. Her white hair was a disheveled mess, hanging in tangled strands across her defiled expression. Her blue irises bore the begging submissiveness of a loyal pup, staring yearningly from the tops of her whites. Her lower lip quivered while her upper lip formed a hopeful smile. She wanted more, and I wanted to give it to her. It didn't cross my mind that I was falling into a trap. In the heat of my lust-fueled power trip, rational thought was fleeting, and I let my guard down. I forgot who I was dealing with.

My hand came down, but my palm never met the supple tear-wetted flesh of Rachel's left cheek. It was stopped abruptly in the air by a strong grip wrapped about my wrist. My hips stopped their thrusts; a shocked gasp tore from my lips. Rachel's submissive portrait was gone, and replaced with a wide grin of sparkling teeth.

Oh, fuck.

RACHEL

I barely held back on an orgasm that would have ruined me. The quaking in my nethers was churning to chaotic levels, but I managed enough will to quell the feeling before it took over my mind. Through my euphoric haze of uncharacteristic masochism, I had a moment of clarity, and seized upon it. My binds were gone, and my hands were free. I saw Lucy's arm reel back for another strike, and I fought an internal battle during the milliseconds her hand arced through the air. Most of me wanted the blow to land, to deliver the painful stinging that accentuated the pleasure so much. But the prideful part of me, the part that would not yield to any man, woman or god, prevailed. My hand shot forward from its gripping position on my left thigh, and stopped Lucy's blow in the air. Her body jutted to a stop, and that was all I needed.

My knees locked against Lucy's hips. She drove into me, and I cried out with glee, but I kept going. I twisted her hand behind her back, and caught the other one with my right before doing the same. I pressed my body to hers; tan flesh on red, squishing busts smearing glistening sweat. Our nipples inverted against one another, our pelvises met, and our penetration deepened. Lucy's mouth flung open to yield an involuntary moan, and I silenced it with a kiss. Her normally dominant tongue was left static and limp in her mouth, and I wrapped my lips around it and drew it in. I sucked her forked member as I placated it with my tongue, and I watched with satisfaction as her wide eyes closed into half-mast bliss. I couldn't beat Lucy in a game of rough sex, but I had a chance with sensuality. Gentleness was something Lucy dished out with expert seduction, but it wasn't something she experienced for herself. People didn't want to make love to the devil; they wanted to fuck her. Well, I could make love to her. I could make love to the devil, because maybe... just, maybe...

I invited Lucy's tongue to play with me. Teasing, tender flicks of my soft wet member that didn't bear combativeness, but a message of requited affection. Her tongue tentatively flicked across mine, and then joined in; not entwining in a dominating grasp, but playfully following my lead. My lips traveled to her mouth, and pressed gently against her own. I felt her body relax against me, and I dared to loosen my grip on her wrists. She didn't grab me and throw me back against the chair, but softly caressed the line of my spine. My hands traveled delicately up her back, flowing along the creases of her muscles, then resting in a finger-locked hold on the back of her neck. I drew her closer to me, and she came forward. Her hips began to gently thrust, and mine began to push back against her. Our face pivoted on the axis of our loving kiss, nose brushing nose, chin brushing chin. We came apart, and then drew together in long, deep grinds. Moans escaped our mouths and seeped into each other's throats, but our kiss didn't cease; the passion only grew.